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Art by, Ignisfatuusii (The door to fairytale world)

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Proof that Different Realms Exist
We know of ‘other Realms’ as certainly existing when we look with empathy and imagination at beings that function with very different sensory organs, bodies, and brains. By imagining such creatures experience, such as the experience of an ant as it walks over the ground, we begin to validate their radically different existing reality.
‘Different Realm: Kuon no Kenja ’ + ‘Vain Dream II’ [ ディファレント・レルム 久遠の賢者 + ヴェインドリームII]
[FM-TOWNS / PC-98] [JAPAN] [MAGAZINE, SPREAD] [1993]
Super Soft Hot Information, October(?) 1993
Scanned by Retroprograms, via The Internet Archive
Imagine that you’re a God/dess on a different realm, second in line for the throne. Your realm and Asgard have just ended a war where your realm was victorious. You’ve convinced your parents to ask for very little from the Asguardians: A lump sum of money to be paid yearly until they have paid the debt of the war off (a debt that is smaller than it would be thanks to your pushing), as well as the Asgardian princes to serve your realm’s two oldest members of royalty that are in line for the throne. The princes would act as servants. Your elder sibling, your realm’s God of War, asks you to make a decision on which of the two princes you wish to have due to the fact that you hand-crafted the armour that saved his life from one of Thor’s hammer blows. You choose Thor to protect him from your brother’s wrath. You, through trickery and strategy, manage to convince your sibling to grant you Loki due to asinine gambling debts. Once you’ve obtained both Asgardian princes, it is up to you to set both realms back to the peaceful ways they’d had before–with the help of your princes, of course.
This photo looks like it was taken from another realm. I promise it wasn't,it was just my led lights :) ((wish it was tho))

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It would be nice if whatever season we were born in gave us some kind of resistant to the elements. Like winter babies could have resistant against cyro, frost. Spring babies could have resistance against hydro, storms. Summer babies had resistance against pyro and heat. Autumn babies would have resistance against anemo and poison or dark spells. I've been playing skyrim again and the weather is very bipoloar. It gets humid, hot, cold and rainy with in a week. 😅
It's a stupid little thing we've all done before. Press on your closed eyes for a second or two, and then open them - your vision is blacked out, then comes back in spreading colors like ink being pushed away from the surface of your eye. It mostly happens on accident, while you're rubbing your eye in the morning, or when you put your head in your hands while you're tired. It's nothing.
Unless you manage to do it on purpose, for an extended period of time. On accident for a couple seconds is one thing. But to lay in your bed an entire night for the duration you would normally sleep, fingers pressed firmly over your closed eyes, unmoving? That's something else entirely. You're actively refusing to let in the realm you live in. You're blocking it all out.
You're saying "take me somewhere else".
And when the morning comes through your window and you let your hands up off your face, allowing that inky blackness to fall away from your hazy vision, there's no telling where you might have requested to go, or what's going to meet you there.